In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Three days later, the laborer held the oil painting that Anno had named "Women in the Suburbs of Florence" and wept bitterly.

It may not be exactly the same, but the superb painting technique did indeed make the laborer feel a sense of familiarity.

Moreover, Anno's skills surprised him.

He approached the artist with the mindset of finding a bargain, and didn't initially have high hopes for a high-quality painting.

But to his surprise, he actually got lucky; the quiet young painter fulfilled his request in an unbelievable way.

“You truly are a man of Verrocchio’s workshop. Thank you, Mr. Lawrence.” He shook hands, thanking Anno repeatedly, placed seven Floras in Anno’s palm, then considered for two seconds before taking out another Flora.

Anno did not refuse; he simply smiled and accepted the Flora, a reward he deserved for his skills.

The man left, clutching the painting and wiping away tears.

Everyone in the studio gathered around Anno.

Verrocchio could barely touch the top of Anno's head: "Congratulations, Mr. Lawrence, you've done a perfect job on your first order!"

Anno bowed slightly in a calm and humble manner: "If it weren't for your guidance, teacher, I wouldn't have progressed so quickly."

Verrocchio didn't know what to say. He had already said almost everything he wanted to say to Anno over the past two months, so he could only smile and pat Anno's head again.

Botticelli, Grandillo, and Perugino all congratulated Anno on his first successful deal. Although he didn't earn much, it was a perfect start.

Only Kreddy, who was shielded behind Grandayo, had a hint of gloom in his eyes, but he also joined in the celebration.

Even the usually quiet Anuo felt a little shy under such circumstances, clutching the hem of her clothes with both hands and silently backing away.

Then Verrocchio pulled him over: "Although we didn't earn much, Lawrence, today is definitely a day to celebrate."

"I have arranged for servants; everyone is welcome to stay and attend the banquet today!"

"Oh oh oh!" Several students whistled excitedly.

Verrocchio rarely hosted dinners for his students at his residence.

He had a keen sense that Anno would definitely surpass him in the future. Once Anno's skills reached a certain level, even if Anno didn't intend to leave Verrocchio's studio, Verrocchio would still persuade Anno to start his own business.

......

After the first order was completed, Anno remained silent for a while. Two months later, he received a second order, which was for the recasting of goldware by a minor nobleman. The price of the order was still not much, and Anno was only paid 15 Floras.

However, Anno still managed to complete the order perfectly.

At this time, the old aristocracy is waning and the new aristocracy has not yet emerged, but their connections are still there. If Anno wants to better develop her artistic career, it is necessary for her to make a name for herself.

On this day, in November 1465, when the weather returned to the winter rainy season, Anno went out alone to a nearby river.

When there are no orders, artists go out to find inspiration and create works that are not for sale.

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Chapter 163 Harley

In November, the winter rainy season has not yet fully begun, and the rainfall is still relatively light.

The drizzle turned into dewdrops, condensing on the leaves and grass, emitting a fresh and natural fragrance, making them lush and vibrant.

Anno carried a simple drawing board and stool on his back, and held paintbrushes, a palette, and some paints in his hand.

Although his main subject was goldsmithing, he would naturally choose oil painting if he wanted to relax.

He came to the riverbank, put down his luggage and the focus and tension he had been feeling while studying and working, and breathed in the fresh water vapor in the air.

She still kept her long hair, which she styled regularly, and it flowed smoothly down Anno's back, gently blowing in the wind.

Anno is almost 18 years old now and is 180 cm tall. Although he eats very well, he still looks a bit thin.

Having found a good viewpoint, Anno set up his simple easel and prepared to begin painting.

He wants to paint a landscape oil painting, which he expects to finish before returning home.

Just as he was fully expressing his artistic talents, a figure appeared not far from him, secretly observing his every move.

The figure in the shadows looked at Anno and scratched his head: "That person, is he the so-called artist?"

Anno was so engrossed in his painting that he didn't notice what was behind him.

The figure in the shadows was there for a picnic. She thought it was just an ordinary, deserted riverside meadow, but it turned out there were already guests before she arrived.

On Anno's canvases, the outlines of rivers, trees, grass, stones, and other objects have already leaped off the paper.

Seeing that Anno hadn't noticed her, the girl in the shadows grew bolder and stepped out of the woods.

Hearing the noise, Anno turned her head as well.

Their eyes met, and both were stunned.

Anno's long black hair was blown by the wind, and he could only use his little finger to tidy it up so that he could see the girl clearly.

The girl, however, was somewhat curious.

"Hello, sir," the girl greeted him.

"Hello, Miss." The other person greeted her first, so Anno had no choice but to stand up and return the greeting.

"Are you an artist, sir?" Anno asked, finally seeing the girl clearly.

Her long, wine-red hair, perhaps naturally curly, was surprisingly a rare large, wavy hairstyle.

The girl was pretty, but not so pretty that you would fall in love at first sight; her features just happened to be well-proportioned.

Dressed in aristocratic attire, an exquisite picnic dress and small leather shoes, she gazed at Anno from afar.

“Yes, I am an artist.” Anno only glanced at me briefly before looking away.

The girl appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Seeing that Anuo was communicative, the girl approached him to appreciate his work.

"Aren't all artists creators of art?" Looking at the exquisite and realistic scenery created by Anno, the girl expressed a different opinion.

"Um?"

"You're just copying nature, is that art?" The girl didn't quite understand, but she bravely asked.

But Anno wasn't angry; instead, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

This unfamiliar girl gave him a spark of inspiration.

"My name is Lawrence Anno Falgao. May I know your name?"

“I am Harley.” The girl flashed a standard smile. “Harley Bahargul Orvis.”

“Ovis…” Anno thought for a moment and realized that he remembered this surname.

It seems to be an old noble baron family from Florence?

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Chapter 164 Hell Tourism

Although Verrocchio was not a nobleman, as a great artist who was close to both politics and religion, he was undoubtedly a member of high society.

Therefore, Verrocchio frequently attended parties and dinners in high society.

Therefore, sometimes his students could also follow Verrocchio to places in high society to broaden their horizons and expand their thinking.

Anno had accompanied Verrocchio to more than one banquet, perhaps because Verrocchio needed to help Anno find out about his past.

The surname Ovis may have come from an old nobleman whom one heard about or met at a party.

Not many of the old nobles of Florence survived into the 15th century; most of them perished in the great calamities of the last century.

However, the noble status was not what Anno was most interested in. Famous and skilled artists held a social status no less than that of nobles, which was a characteristic of this era.

He was 1.8 meters tall, and sitting on the stool, he was at eye level with the young woman: "Miss, your understanding of art is quite unique; it has given me a lot of inspiration..."

He pondered for a few minutes, and Harley didn't say anything, just looked at this somewhat eccentric artist.

"I don't really know much about art..." The girl scratched her head, perhaps feeling a little embarrassed for disturbing Anno's thoughts. "Well, I just feel that just imitating everything might be a bit boring and mundane?"

Anno smacked her lips: "It seems... there really is a bit?"

Landscape paintings are indeed refreshing, but there are too many of them, which inevitably leads to aesthetic fatigue and boredom.

During this time, Anno continued to solidify his foundation, mainly by copying the works of his teacher Verrocchio and several of his fellow students.

However, the girl's words gave him a glimmer of inspiration.

His constant imitation led him to a creative block.

So, what about abandoning imitation altogether?

Anno suddenly burst into a hearty, loud laugh.

This startled Harley, who was standing to the side.

What's wrong with this young artist? Why is he acting like this after saying something nonsensical? Is he mentally ill?

Anno stopped laughing and, ignoring Harley beside him, boldly dipped his brush into different paints and began creating on the canvas with abandon.

The river was churned up, the trees were broken, and the sky was stained.

Finally, a bizarre and absurd work appeared on the canvas in front of Anno.

Rivers of green water flow past trees that seem to be burning with fire, and the sky, no longer blue, is shrouded in a dark purple.

The bizarre, enormous fish swam in the water, splashing water that landed on the white grass lawn.

A strange figure with wings and wearing a white robe walks along the riverbank, with his back to the camera.

This is a strange yet harmonious work.

Anno, having completed this work that desecrated current art forms, wiped the sweat from his brow and gave a happy smile: "Miss Harley, how is my painting now?"

Harley came closer, bringing with her a sweet scent.

It doesn't smell like perfume.

Harley's burgundy hair almost completely enveloped her.

She looked at Anno's painting, offered no comment, and simply smiled: "I'm not sure if this is art or not, I just know it's quite beautiful."

"Is that so?" Anno was quite satisfied with this assessment. "That's good."

He sat down again and refined the details of the painting.